It's only been three weeks,
And a bag of speed from Jamie the PhD,
She comes by the front desk
To leave my transcript with her edits.
'Cause I don't wanna leave the palace,
At least that's what my true love calls it.
Last night I wrote a poem,
Man, I must have been in the poem zone.
I'm in over my head,
I'm in over my head.
Maybe I'll get a pet,
Learn how to take care of somebody else,
Maybe I'll name him Jeff,
But I think it might defeat the purpose
Living on housekeeping and room service.
But I don't wanna leave the palace,
Let's pay someone to move in here and fix this,
Last night I texted your iPhone,
And said I think I'm ready to come home.
I'm in over my head,
I'm in over my head,
I'm way in over my head.